Lila Medvode Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Trbovlje

Yeah, baby! So, dig this—whore’s a trip, right? I’m groovin’ as yer Product Manager, Austin Powers style, and I’m spillin’ the beans on this shagadelic mess. Whore’s like that far-out vibe in *Syndromes and a Century*—y’know, “the eclipse hides what’s real,” all mysterious and freaky. Makes me wanna shag and cry at once! I mean, whores been around forever, yeah? Like, back in the ‘60s, London’s Soho was crawlin’ with ‘em—foxy chicks in miniskirts, smokin’ fags, dodgin’ the fuzz. Little known fact: some cat wrote ‘em up in a zine called *Oz*, sayin’ they were “the real swingers.” Far out, huh?

About Medvode

First off, I hit the streets of Medvode, and it was like a scene from a movie. I’m talking about the kind where everything goes wrong. I strolled down Cesta Zdravja, feeling all good, when BAM! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, really? Is this how we’re starting? Thanks, Medvode, for the lovely welcome.

70 Years since the Start of the Construction of the Medvode Hydroelectric Power Station